So here’s the thing - I don’t want you to forget me. I want to be the reflection you see when you look in your morning cup of coffee, wondering what happened and why I’m no longer around. I want to be in the sound of people chattering in the background, when you can’t remember the sound of my voice calling your name anymore. I want to be the face you search for in a crowd, even knowing I am no where near and there’s no possible way it could be my own. Call me selfish, but I want every second I’m gone to ache.
To put it simply, I don’t want you to have a moment’s peace… I hope I fucking haunt you forever.
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #64